The palace grounds had been transformed into a field of white lilies several days later.Daciana stood at the edge of the stone path, her hands clenched tightly around a single white lily, her thumb brushing absentmindedly over its soft petals. Her black gown blew slightly in the breeze, but her body remained still as if carved from the same stone as the memorial before her.Beside her stood Kellen, his hand finding hers and squeezing gently. He didn’t speak; his presence alone was a grounding force, especially today. On her other side stood Axel, who was solemn and quiet, his arms folded in front of his chest.Magnus and Elena stood not far behind them, holding hands, both dressed in dull grey clothing. Standing between Kellen and Daciana, dressed in a tailored black suit far too formal for a child his age, was little Alan.The ceremony hadn’t started yet, but already, the memories were beginning to bloom.One by one, pack members and survivors waltzed in, taking seats in the circle
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-06-19
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